Renovating a house, a garden and other things

Keys please

Tomorrow we get the keys to our new home. After six months of planning problems, legal wranglings and increasingly frantic calls to the mortgage company we get the keys to our dream home.

All of that sentence is true apart from the last bit. Our new keys won’t open up our dream home. Our new keys will open up a property that has either been derelict for the past two years, or lived in as a near squat. No central heating, no plumbing, a generous amount of damp and a ‘garden’ (for that read ‘yard’ or ‘tip’) with the essential dirty old rotting mattress in it.

A brilliant and exciting challenge, or absinthe-inducing madness? The jury is out. Firmly out and in the pub.

Webhits: 1008 (a good traffic day). More of that another time.

Days until baby arrives: too many

Ankles: fat

Today’s observation: Cutting your toenails when pregnant should be classified an Olympic sport.